8 Just My Luck

Adeline’s hand trembled slightly as she stared at Enzo. Without another thought, she yanked her right hand free from his grip and slapped him hard across the face. “Shut up! Just because you saved my life once doesn’t mean you get to interfere with whatever the hell I do.”

For a moment, the world seemed to freeze. Enzo’s head had turned slightly from the force of the slap, and his chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Slowly, he brought a hand to his cheek, feeling the sting where her hand had connected.

His canines elongated immediately, indicating that he was not just annoyed anymore; he was pissed. No one had ever dared to raise a hand against him—not even this father, who was second in command in the pack. But this girl, this mere omega, had the audacity to not only challenge him but to strike him.

His first instinct was to snap, to let his rage take over and put her in her place. Any other person would have been dead before they even completed the swing, but something